Blue Goddesses Novels & Stories

-No one is here, Moon. An invisible force pulled me by my feet dragging me out of my hiding place. Luna ordered her partner to blindfold me, she obeyed and everything became silent. I could feel them taking me to a place. When they took off the blindfold, I was bound hand and foot inside a red circle.

“You okay, Mrs. Danger? You look pale.” “Yeah. This is just from the furious hormones and morning sickness.” She took a deep breath, then grinned at Gael. “You should check that out, old man.” Iris pointed at the lines of containers painted in fuchsia pink with a woman silhouette logo in black. “Tempting, but we stick to our plan. I don’t want distractions right now,” Gael said. “Come on, Gael. And I can check out a few things around while we’re waiting for you. Unless Colton wanna join you,” Iris insisted.

It was quickly put on me. I silently gasped when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was beautiful and the dress was just as breathtaking. It was light blues and whites and reminded me of falling snow. The way the whites cascaded into the blues. A simple pendant was put on my neck. It was a owl holding an arrow in its claws. This pendant was representative of the Goddess Lyra who is the Goddess of purity and warfare. It was such a funny combination if you asked me but every unwed girl had to be her servant until marriage. Then they would take on the Goddess Nyri who is the Goddess of fertility and obedience.

Jake heard her say as if she was reading his mind. “Mr. Mooney, the Moon Goddess would like a word with you, if you don’t mind.” Felan told him holding out her hand. Jake staring with wide eyes slowly took Felan’s hand. His eyes instantly glazed over as a bright light appeared. “Hi Jake, I am Rhiannon.” Said a beautiful woman wearing a purplish-blue dress that flowed down just pasted her knees. Her hair was mostly red with traces of blonde. Her right eye was a dark blue, but her left eye was a dark purple with a hint of red in it. “Hello Moon Goddess Rhiannon. It is very nice to meet you.” Jake said as he bowed his head and his knee.

, Dante asked, observing the young boy who spoke, he had grown fond of the young man, who had taught him the ways of the scientists, since he had arrived. “The breach has no way to access places of the mind and places that are mystical, in the sense that, the breach itself, is a product of the mystical worlds.”. “You mean the moon goddess temple has no exact location?”, Olivia asked, “Yes my Queen, there’s no exact location where we can find the mood goddess, but there’s a place, which can give us access to the temple.”, Blanco said. She marveled as he spoke this words, a very young boy, was speaking and they all listened, she stood marveling at his great wisdom, “So young one, what will you

She sighed heavily as she flung her head back in frustration “I just….” “I know you don’t trust her or want to and that’s fine, but remember Blue moon isn’t just known for its strong warriors, it’s also known for the mercy we offer where its due, and I feel Zara’s due to be shown mercy at this point” I tried to persuade her softly, just so she could feel a little more at ease with Zara being out there. “Ok, I’ll give her time, but I’ll never fully trust her, even if she does prove she’s not going to do anything”

Cilyna thought before throwing the vampire she had been tussling with into a witch running towards her. "Blue Moon shifters! I've heard of them but I thought they were only myth." Jake, Ciaran's beta, spoke up through the link. "They rank with the hybrid. All eradicated before given the chance for life." Ciaran said. Two howls broke through the air, loud and clear. Somehow Cilyna knew it was her children. With their howls, all the vampires in the area feel to the ground curling in on themselves before turning to ash were the lay. Cilyna could see that Ciaran's huge white wolf was struggling to stay standing, whimpering and pawing at his ears. As the silence enveloped then again, Cilyna looke

Beria covered his left hand with his hand, squeezed it and made the girl wince, and Asnar carefully took the right hand, almost without causing pain. The priestess, meanwhile, ran her finger first over the blade, collecting the mixed blood, then over the lips of Beria, over the lips of Deya and Aznar. The girl felt the characteristic salty metallic taste. Then the priestess turned to the Goddess and began to utter ritual phrases in the language of werewolves. Deamara hardly understood anything. She heard only "lanaren", "markat" and the name of the Goddess. The princess was visibly shaken. The priestess turned around, speaking the traditional ritual phrase: - Do you agree to give your lives

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"